Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. But I own this plot and my minor OC. Rip me off and I rip you to shreds. No pressure. Warning: Strong language. Excessive fighting/violence. Mild sexual themes.

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Session 01

'Silence is the most powerful scream.'

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'It's too quiet.' Were the first words that ran through the crimson haired girls mind as she jumped over the tower she had just been teleported to.

Dust rose like a tidal wave when her leather boots collided with the ground; cloak flying behind her like crimson silk. She didn't bother removing her hood as she tilted her chin upwards, silver eyes calmly looking in all directions. Her entire body was alert as she took in the setting.

Ashes.. Rain... Smoke... And endless, nerve wrecking silence.

That's what surrounded the Grimm Reaper as her silver eyes assessed the wasteland that only weeks earlier had been a beautiful city.

A lone beacon of hope, the one place separate from the warring territories...destroyed.

'The white fang must have gotten here before I did.' The Grimm Reaper thought silently to herself as she walked through a clearing. She slowly stepped over broken pillars and rubble, the crunch of boots over stone causing dust to rise as she walked further into the ruins of Atlas.

Or what used to be Atlas.

The sky was gray and dark, signifying that night was approaching and approaching fast. She'd have to get what she came for quickly if she didn't want to be up to her chin in bloodthirsty monsters by nightfall. Just because the city was destroyed and most likely empty of humans, that didn't mean there weren't any Grimm lurking around. Usually this wouldn't worry her so much. She was the Grimm Reaper after all, destroying a few soulless bloodthirsty vermin wasn't a challenge for her.

But she couldn't risk losing or even destroying what her comrades had spent so long searching for. The Panther, White Queen, and Flaming Dragon, as well as the rest of Fusion had spent months trying to see if the myth of the Oracle was true. Now that they all knew their hopes to finally ending the war was right in front of them, they couldn't risk waiting any longer.

They finally had an opening- a chance, and they were going to take it.

The Arc had proven years ago of his intellect in all things electronic, which hadn't been as big of a surprise as it should have been. Everyone had known the dorky blond had his hidden talents, and it was a point in their favor that he put such good use to it when the war came like an unwelcome tidal wave. Recently he had detected strange energy waves emitting from Atlas, energy that matched the Oracles signature very highly. It hadn't taken long for the Reaper to pounce on her chance to take it on like a mission, and despite how cautious the elite team of Fusion were- they were all desperate for the war to be over.

Desperate to have a winning piece in their hands for once. The Reaper hadn't met much opposition when she informed the other members of Fusion what she had planned.

And yet, and yet...their chances were so few and so fragile. Just a tip of the scales against their favor, and everything went to shit. She couldn't let that happen. The Panther had spent too long perfecting her cloaking technique to get the Grimm Reaper in and out of Atlas before anyone could get a hold of her scent. And the Queen was currently doing her best to scout the area from so far away using just her glyphs.

Dragon wasn't doing much of anything during this particular mission. But then again, it was for the best. The Panther and the Queen along with the few allies they had were more than enough to finish this little endeavor. The Dragons job was to keep their enemies off of Red Territory, and she was currently doing just that.

She was always risking her life and taking huge leaps for chances, albeit with a huge smile on her face. It had been such an endearing part of her- and still was. But now it was almost like a curse.

The Dragon, known to her closest comrades as just Yang, was dying. Cinder Fall had managed to slip a toxic poison into the blondes system during one of their brawls. It had taken considerable effort on Cinders part to get Yang alone and vulnerable. The Panther, also known as Blake, had instantly suspected something amiss and went to Yang's aid while the rest of Fusion fought several hundreds of White Fang and members of Cinders faction.

It was never more of a blessing then; Blake's intuition. Her cautious demeanor had saved Yang's life when Cinder unleashed Neo on the fiery tempered girl. Blake had managed to intervene, though not soon enough to ward off Cinders attack. Yang had been poisoned, but not as deeply as Cinder had intended.

Her impending death was slow. And despite Yang's denials; painful. But she was alive, and her comrades were doing everything in their power to find a cure.

Now Yang was fighting to her last breath. Because of Cinder. Because of the stupid war. The last war had ended over 80 years ago. But now...now everything was different. Worse than before. Worse than any war that had taken place between the four kingdoms. She was the only one who could teleport fast enough to get in and out undetected. The rest of Fusion were either too injured or drained to do anything beyond exert their powers so as to assist their silently agreed leader.

They had Cinder Fall to thank for all of this. This chaos. This pain. This war.

Instantly thoughts of the golden eyed woman caused the Reaper to clench her jaw, and for a moment her steps faltered. The one who had started the war, the one who wanted revenge for being left behind during the Mountain Glenn bombing...and now she had successfully retrieved it.

But now Karma seemed to be playing them all; deaths were falling left and right like autumn leaves. Eventually Yang could be one of them, if they were too late...

The Reaper quickly braced herself against her down spiraling mood. Cinder Fall had a knack for getting into peoples heads even when she wasn't there to manipulate them. She couldn't do this now, not when she was on a mission.

The Reaper couldn't let her comrades down by being idle. They were too vulnerable. Almost desperate. The war had to end. And in order to do that, they needed the oracle. They needed the oracle and they needed it now.

Crimson gloved hands itched to reach for the safety of her scythe. But she held the urges back, reaching instead for her scroll. Lifting the electrical device up in front of her, the Reaper activated the scanner her comrade had upgraded into it a few months back. A flickering blue light emitted from the scroll, blinking like a beacon as it swept through the seemingly barren area.

She walked along slowly as the scroll worked its magic, and waited patiently for it to pick up any strange signals.

The Reaper was just about to turn the corner of a large pile of city ruins, when her muscles tensed and her eyes flashed to white. Something...something was near. She could feel its aura clear as day. The Reaper sighed when she realized it wasn't a Grimm, since aura obviously meant whoever it was had a soul.

'Still,' The red head thought as she vanished into a swirl of rose petals; reappearing behind a tower of rubble where she could easily see out without being spotted. 'I need to see for myself who would be crazy enough to come out here. An enemy maybe...?'

It wasn't long before she found out, only a few seconds in fact. The Reaper could hear footsteps clear as day, and the pulse of aura seemed to grow stronger as the person approached. The Reaper didn't recognize the aura signature, which obviously meant it wasn't one of her comrades. But still, there was a possibility it wasn't a-

"Long time no see, Red." A familiar taunting voice cooed from behind her, causing the Reaper to stiffen in shock and disbelief before teleporting after quickly gaining her composure.

A swirl of rose petals were left behind in her wake, which didn't deter the intruder who had been in her personal space only moment before.

A sudden gust of ominous wind blew past, and before the smirking cane wielding intruder could blink the Reaper had him pinned to a wall, scythe to his throat and silver eyes blazing like cold fire.

"Hey, hey. Watch the collar. Just got these tailored y'know." Roman teased lightly, eyes intense yet full of mirth as he stared down at the former Huntress.

"Start. Talking. Now." The Reaper retorted coldly, the blade of her weapon pressing more firmly into Roman's throat with every word.

Jade eyes narrowed slightly, thick lashes partially obscuring his dilating irises from view before a smirk curled at Roman's mouth. To her chagrin, the Reaper couldn't keep her eyes from lowering briefly to his lips, the ever present cigar he usually had nowhere to be seen.

"I'd be happy to," Roman finally murmured huskily, never tearing his eyes from hers and completely oblivious, or ignoring, the blood that was starting to trickle down his pale throat. "But first, a little change of scenery please? Ugly wastelands are so not my type of rendezvous.'

The red head didn't have time to question Roman's words before he suddenly vanished from her hold. Quickly the Reaper tried to spin around, scythe firmly balanced in one gloved hand as she did so. But a sudden blow from behind halted her in her tracks.

In a flash the Reaper was reeling from the piercing pain of a hit to her spine. She instantly recognized the familiar sickening feeling of steel through skin and bone, and her instant suspicions were confirmed when she collapsed to the ground, a flash of pink and brown lace being the last thing she saw before she blacked out.

'No wonder...I didn't sense...anyone...' The Reaper thought sluggishly as the pain faded into darkness. That damned ice cream obsessed minion of Roman's had used her semblance to catch her off guard.

For all she knew, this was a trap. Roman could have planted clues to the Oracle there himself in hopes of luring Fusion. Or just her, considering how well he knew her 'do first, think later' tendency and how rarely Fusion actually tried to stop her. They wouldn't suspect anything amiss of happening for a long while until they tried to track her scroll...which was currently several feet out of her reach.

Wait... Oh...oh crap...

'Dammit!' The Reaper gasped as she struggled to stay conscious, realization and dread filling her. But the darkness overwhelmed her before she could even reach for her scythe.

As clarification, many canon characters will be making an appearance. This is an AU where a territory war is the result of a much bigger war, in where each side had a 'territory' they guard. Sort of like a mafia of sorts. Ruby is the Reaper in case you didn't figure it out by now.